I honestly couldn’t believe the other girls. They were excited about the fact that Troy was our new monitor! THE EFF IS WRONG WITH THEM?! As I was walking through the different rooms, all I heard were things like “He’s so cute!” or “I’m glad that he’s here now! Maybe he’ll finally notice me!” or “What should I say to him?! Should I say hi?!” I mean c’mon people! You’re in a freaking abandoned apartment building waiting to be sold. And you’re sitting here acting as if you’re in freaking high school!

“Uki!” I heard someone yell.

Oh freaking jeez. Leave me alone! I was about to take refuge in the bathroom when I felt a searing pain in my shoulder.

“Yah! Troy, let go!” I said, immediately going limp under the hand on my extremely black and blue shoulder.

His eyes widened as he caught me before I fell. He smelled really nice~

ARGH! UKI!

I shook my head and pushed against his chest, breaking his grasp on me. Glaring, I said, “What do you want?”

“Is your shoulder okay?” he asked gently, reaching a hand out to it.

I smacked his hand away and continued with my icy glare. “I said, what do you want?!”

“Uki, let’s get some ice for that,” he said instead, taking a hold of my hand.

“Let go of me this instant!” I screamed at him, ripping my hand from his. The other girls began gathering around, watching as I yelled at their precious Troy. Gosh, these girls, I swear. -__-

“Yah! Who are you to yell at him, huh?! You don’t even know him!” one of them yelled at me.

I death glared at her. “Oh please. I know him better than any other girl in this room.”

“What’s his name?” somebody else asked.

“Troy Marcus Burchett. He’s twenty-three years old, born in San Francisco, California on August 15, 1987, got his masters from UCLA, studied to become a lawyer, really likes sports, favorite color is blue, favorite food is his mom’s homemade lasagna, really likes it when you wear his shirts and hoodies, likes it when you blush when you get embarrassed, likes it when you’re upset about something so he can be there to comfort you, likes taking you out on sweet, romantic dates on the beach…” I trailed off, blinking. What the eff did I just say? Troy just kept looking at me, a new intense light burning in his bright blue eyes as he just smiled. I blinked again before shaking my head and finishing with, “And is one of the worst boyfriends in the history of boyfriends.”

Troy chuckled. “Fair enough. But it makes me happy knowing that you remembered that stuff.”

My lips curled in disgust. “I wasted two and a half years of my life with you. I think that worthless information is forever engraved in my brain.”

“Worthless information? If it were worthless, you wouldn’t have bothered to remember any of it.”

I narrowed my eyes and took a step closer to him, glaring holes through him. “Don’t talk as if you know me better than myself.”

He just smirked and leaned his face down closer so we were almost nose to nose. “And what are you going to do about it, eh?”

I smiled back and swung a fist up, satisfied by the sickening sound that filled the room when my fist made contact with his face. He flew to the floor in shock. He immediately stood back up, his fist getting ready to swing. He stopped himself about a centimeter away from my face, his fist shaking near my cheekbone for a second before dropping down to his side. I just stood there, never once flinching. He blinked at me, rubbing his already red cheek and jaw.

I smirked at him. “Payback’s a , ain’t it?”

“Ehh,” was all he said. “I deserved it. Now c’mon. Ice.”

“W-wait, what?!” I stammered as he grabbed my arm, careful to avoid my bruise and leading me out of the room. He made sure another guy came in to monitor for him before he left.

Why the eff was I following again?!

Oh good lord Jesus.

Call me crazy for asking this, but…Why is it that I don’t hate him at the moment?

Kekeke. Short chapters ftw. But I couldn't resist. I thought it was really cute how everyone's in high school all over again(x

FIGHTING!~